Between the duns in the Simpson Desert can be found claypans; little depressions that fill with water every ten or fifteen years or so. A couple of hours after the clay has become saturated and there is a pool of water, the brine shrimp hatch. Half a day later they breed. And that is the life of a brine shrimp. As long as the water stands they live and breed, feeding on algae and dying. The water evapourates, of course, and the last lot of eggs laid sort of change. They sink into the mud and sit there for another fifteen years, wating for the next rain.
This is what I was thinking when I did this. The sand in the Simpson is redder, and the sky is darker.
I liver for a few years in The Blue Mountains. Autumn mornings looked like this.